"Lingxi!!!"
Su Qingyue and Jiang Xinyao widened their eyes. They never expected that even Xia Lingxi would betray their little group.
He just used a bit of a honey trap, is that really necessary? One after another, can't you have some backbone? If you act like this, you'll only be manipulated by him in the future!!!
Xia Lingxi silently walked up to Qin Hao, lowering her head, not daring to look into the eyes of Su Qingyue and Jiang Xinyao.
Qin Hao stood in the middle of the courtyard, with Shen Suning and Qin Kexin standing on his left and right. Xia Lingxi, blushing and looking down, was quietly tugging at Qin Hao's sleeve.
He glanced at the three women who had made their stance clear, then looked up at Su Qingyue and Jiang Xinyao who were still standing in place. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, revealing a smile that seemed to say, "I'm helpless too."
"Uhm..." Qin Hao cleared his throat, his voice carrying a hint of unconcealable smugness:
"Sorry, Fourth, Fifth, I'll keep them company first. If I have spare time, I'll come see you."
The courtyard was quiet for a moment. Jiang Xinyao and Su Qingyue were staring at Qin Hao, gnashing their teeth.
"What did you say? Fourth, Fifth?"
Their eyes were cold, like sharp blades.
Qin Hao chuckled lightly. "What? Looking at your expressions, you seem unconvinced. How about you admit your mistakes to me? Maybe I'll forgive you."
Jiang Xinyao and Su Qingyue looked at each other, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes—absurdity!
This man had just brought a new lover home, righteously used himself as a prize to hold some "stance-declaring ranking match," and now, he actually wanted them to apologize?
"You still want us to apologize? How do you have the nerve?"
Jiang Xinyao gritted her teeth in hatred. She had never seen such a brazen person.
Seeing their reactions, Qin Hao shrugged indifferently. "Sigh, it seems you two are very firm in your attitude. Fine, then we'll go back to the room first. You two stay outside and reflect on yourselves. Come find me whenever you figure things out."
After saying that, Qin Hao waved his hand and went into the house, leaving only Jiang Xinyao and Su Qingyue in the courtyard.
Before long, bursts of cheerful laughter came from inside the house.
The noise made Jiang Xinyao and Su Qingyue blush to the tips of their ears.
Su Qingyue looked at Jiang Xinyao tentatively, then stepped forward and tugged at her sleeve. "Sister Xinyao, how about... we apologize?"
Jiang Xinyao snorted coldly. "You want me to apologize to him? What did we do wrong? It's clearly him disregarding our feelings, crazily bringing people home. If he brings a few more, there won't be enough room in the house!"
"If you want to apologize, go ahead. I absolutely won't."
"Okay, then I'm going."
Now, Jiang Xinyao was left alone in the courtyard, stomping her feet in anger:
"Spineless, spineless, you spineless cowards! We agreed on this before coming, how could you all turn on me the moment you saw him!"
"Ahem, Xinyao, I've already forgiven you," Qin Hao's voice floated over faintly.
Forgiven me? Hearing Qin Hao's voice, Jiang Xinyao revealed an expression of utter disbelief. Did she hear that right? I was forgiven? Then shouldn't I be thanking you for your magnanimity?
What did I do wrong to need your forgiveness? You brought a new lover home, I was unhappy, I gave you an attitude, I threw a tantrum—isn't that a normal reaction for a woman?
It's not like I could see my own man bringing another woman back and still go up with a smile saying welcome, welcome!
"I'll only give you ten seconds. Think it over carefully, otherwise, you can stay out there by yourself."
After saying that, Qin Hao started counting down.
Jiang Xinyao stomped her foot hard in anger:
"I was planning to teach him a good lesson!"
Saying that, she took a deep breath and finally decided to yield.
......
One month later.
Qin Hao changed into light casual clothes and planned to take a walk in the back mountain. Over the past month, his consumption had been quite heavy. Thankfully, his vitality and blood power were as vigorous as dragons and tigers, otherwise...
"I don't even need to cultivate right now. Relying on the affection levels of Qingyue and the others is enough to boost my speed. After dual cultivating for a month, I've already reached the Ninth Realm of the Body Integration Stage."
"Compared to cultivation base, the improvement of my physical strength is even more important. Otherwise, with such a big family in the future, how will I manage?"
Qin Hao walked towards the back mountain. As soon as he pushed open the door, he froze.
Three people were kneeling at the door. They were Qin Hao's butler, Lao Liu, and his two guards, Ah Long and Ah Hu.
The three of them knelt straighter than the stone lions in front of the door.
"What are you doing? Everything is fine, why are you kneeling?" Qin Hao frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Lao Liu looked up at Qin Hao and was the first to speak:
"Lord Imperial Son, this old servant... this old servant is a coward!"
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment. A coward? Why was Lao Liu suddenly calling himself a coward? Hundreds of years ago, when the evil cults were rampant, he defended the Middle Three Heavens all by himself, fighting the cultists for three months without closing his eyes, and didn't let a single cultist slip by. Such a person calling himself a coward?
Just as Qin Hao was feeling confused, Ah Long and Ah Hu also spoke up:
"Lord Imperial Son, this subordinate is also a coward."
Qin Hao was completely dumbfounded. No, did these three take the wrong medicine today? Why were Ah Long and Ah Hu also calling themselves trash? These two were guards carefully selected for him by his old man. Among the Immortal Lord experts across the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, they were top-notch.
Why on earth would they call themselves trash?
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Qin Hao's voice deepened. He looked at the three of them with eyes full of coldness and asked in a low voice:
"Could it be that the three of you, under pressure, did something to betray me?"
Hearing this, the three shook their heads repeatedly. "Our loyalty to the Lord Imperial Son can be witnessed by the sun and the moon. We would absolutely never dare to do anything to betray you."
This made Qin Hao even more puzzled. "No, since you haven't done anything to betray me, then get up. Why do you keep calling yourselves cowards?"
Lao Liu glanced at Ah Long and Ah Hu, signaling for them to speak first, but these two grown men actually blushed, took a few steps back, and pushed Lao Liu to the front.
"Two unreliable guys," Lao Liu muttered a complaint. Then he moved forward on his knees and hugged Qin Hao's thigh with a flattering look:
"Lord Imperial Son, I am a coward. Most of the clansmen envy you for having so many beautiful confidantes, but this old servant doesn't really feel much about that. For me, having one person to stay with for a lifetime is enough."
Qin Hao kicked Lao Liu away. "Don't hug me, it's weird. What exactly do you want to say?"
Lao Liu took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of resolution. He looked up at Qin Hao, his eyes full of determination:
"I also want to be as freely in control as you, Lord Imperial Son. I hope you can give us a few pointers, so that we can handle dual cultivation with ease."
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
